Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-12-02


the hosts of heaven will be empsnneled as
jury to render a unanimous verdict
against Us; guilty one, guilty all.
With what q slashing stroke that
one passage cuts US away from
all orr pretensions: "There is none
that doeth good-no, not one" "Oh,"
says someone, Gall we want, all the rsce
wants, is development Now 1 want to
tell you that the race develops without
the gospel into Soiom, Five Points, q
great Salt Lake City. 1t always develops
downward, asd never upward, except as
the grace OF God lays hold of it. What,
then, is to become Of our soul without
Christ? enlistment. Disaster. But l
bless my Lord Jesus Christ that there is
q well at the gate OF publication. For
great sin, great pardo7. For eighty years
OF transgression, an eternity of forgive
ness. For crime deep es he'll, an atone
ment high as heaven; that wnere sin
abounded, so grace may much more
abound; that as sin reigned unto death,
even so NAV grace reign through rignte
BUSINESS unto eternal life by Jesus Christ
our Lord. Angel of the Covenant, dip
thy wing in this living fountain to-day,
and wave it over this solemn assemblage,
that our souls may be washed in "the
water of the we'll of Bethlehem, which is
by the gate"
Fur her, remark that this well of the
gospel is at the gate of comfort. Do you
know where David was when he uttered
the words of the text? He was In the
cave Of Adullam. That is where some of
you are now. Has the world always gone
smoothly with you? Has it never pur-
sued you with SANDER? Is your health
always goodP Have your fortunes never
persisted? Are your children all alive and
well? Is there one dead lamb in the folo?
Are you ignorant of the way to the ceme-
terry? Have you ever heard the bell toll
when it seemed as If every stroke of the
iron clapper beat your heart? Are the
skies as bright when you LOOK into them
os they used to be when other eyes, now
closed, used to look into them? Is there
some trunk or drawer IN your house that
YOU go to only on anniversary days, when
there comes beating against your soul the
surf Of great
OCEAN OF AGONY?
It is the cave Of Adullam! The cave OF
Adullam! Is there some David here
whose fstherly heart hayward Absalom
mas broken? Is there some Abraham here
who is lonely because Sarah is dead in
tuO VI 0GSuDSLouE hiLSI
thirty or forty years Of CompEnionship,
how bard it was for them to part! Why
not have two seats in the Lords chariot,
gone up at once? My aged mother, in
her last moment, said to my father,
Father, wouldn't it be nice if we could
both go together" No, no, no. We
must part. And there are wounded
hearts here to-day. The world can not
comfort you. WHAT Can it bring you?
Nothing. Nothing. The salve they Try
to put on your wounds will not stick.
They can not, with their bungling sur
gerry, mend the broken bones.
Zoppar, the Na.msthite, and Bildad,
the Shuhite, and EnphaZ, the Teman1te,
come in, and talk, and talk, and talk, but
miserable comforters are they all. They
cannot pour light into the cave of
Adullam. They cannot bring single
draught of water from "the we'll of Beth
lehem, which is by the gate" But glory
oe to Jesus Christ, there is comfort at
the gatel There is life in the we'll at the
gate. If you give me time, [ Will dfaW
upG promise for every man, woman and
child in this house. Ay, will do it in
two minutes. will lay hold the rope of
he old well. WHAT Is your trouble?
son." you say, 81 am so sick, so weary of
life-silments after ailments" l will
draw up promise: "The inhabitants
shall never say Il am SICK" WHAT is
your trouble? "On, it is less of friends
bereavement" you say. l will draw you
up promise, fresh and cool, out Of the
We'll: 81 am the resurrection and the
life; he that believeth in me, though he
were dead, yet shall he live" WHAT is
your trouble? You say it is the
infi-mities of old age. 1 will draw you
up promise: SHOWN to old age l am
with thee, to hoary hairs L will carry
thee" What is your trouble? "Oh,"
you say, 81 have a wido we'd soul, and
my children cry for bread" 1 bring up
this promise: "Leave thy. ia herless
children-I will preserve them alive, and
let thy widows trust 10 me-" l break
through
THE ARMED RANKS
of your sorrows to-day, and bring to
your parched lips ga drink of the water
Of the well Of Bethlehem, which is by the
gate"
Again, the gospel well is at the gate of
heaven. have not heard yet one single
Intelligent account Of the future world
from anybody who does not believe in
the Bible. They throw such fog about
the subject that do not want to go TO
the SIX pJlc's heaven, to the tra1sCendent-
sIist's heaven, to the worldly phioso-
piers heaven. l would not exchange
the poorest room in your house for the
fiaest heaven that Huxley, Or StusrG Mill,
or Darwin ever dreamed Of. Their
heaven has no Christ in it; and
heaven without Clrist, though
you could sweep the whole
universe into it, would be hell On,
they tell US there are no songs there;
there are no coronations in heaven--toa,
is all Imagination. They tell US we will
do there about what We do here, only on
larger scele-geOnetrize with clearer
| intellectual with Alpenstock 60 Chamber
| ing over the icebergs in an eternal VAcR-
ton. Rather than this, | turn to my
B.! Die, and find Johns picture of that
good lan6-that heaven which was your
lula ~ in infancy-that heaven which ouI
children In the Sabbath-schooi will eing
about this ofternoon-that heaven which
has "well at the gate"
After you have been on long journey,
and you come in, ell bedusted end tired,
to your home, the first thing you want is
refreshing sbluuon; and l en- glad to
know that after we get through
| the pilgrimage of this world
the hard, dusty pilgrimage
we will find well at the gate. In that
one wash, away will go our SINS and sor-
rows do not care WHITTIER cherub, or